Chapter 9

George and I planed it so we had alternate weekends off from the Friday till the Monday; the rest of the week shared the work, one taking the surgery and the other the visiting and emergency calls.

On his week-ends off George used to go to see a girl friend he had made in York. She had red hair and hazel eyes and was a nurse at the hospital where he had been. Her name was Helen Roberts. She was living in at the nurses home, and they had spent a lot of time together, dancing and boating. She was a nice girl and had become very fond of him. He'd been trying to persuade her to let him have intercourse with her for some time. She'd allowed him to touch her, and had been quite prepared to play with him; but whenever he tried to get on top of her, she panicked and fought shy of performing the act itself.

I suggested he should persuade her to come down to Beldon Hall one week-end, and the change environment plus a generous amount of gin might work the oracle.

I was anxious to meet the girl, who from George's description sounded pretty devastating. When she came after a bit of persuading, she turned out to be a honey. She looked a sexy little bitch, the sort that play hard to get but once mastered can't get enough.

We played cards and drank lashing of brandy and gin. We were all a bit squify by eleven o'clock. We put the stereo on and danced round the lounge to wind up the evening. Helen was well oiled and hardly able to keep her feet. Her eyes were half glazed and her speech slurred. She was giggling like a schoolgirl. We kept changing partners, and I pressed her body close to me and she seemed to like it. George had his cheek against Tina's and she was telling him some dirty joke or other.

At midnight Tina suggested we should go up to bed and helped the staggering girl up to her room, which was between ours and the one we had prepared for George.

My wife helped her to get undressed and into bed: while she was sat talking to her, George came in . in his pajamas. Soon afterwards she said goodnight and came through to me.

We could hear voices from the adjoining room, but could not make out the words. After ten minutes, we heard a shuffling noise and the sounds of a door being opened. I stole quietly out of bed and peered down the corridor. Helen was leaning heavily on George's shoulder, and he was supporting her round the waist. She was making nasty gurgling sounds and was obviously on the point of being violently sick.

I turned and called Tina who was pulling on her bedroom slippers. We followed the couple and found Helen knelt on the floor. Her head was over the lav and her tits hanging out of the top of her low-cut nightie. She was fetching up the contents of her stomach and her body was trembling. After a few minutes, when she had brought most of the drink, she seemed to recover and we got her back into bed.

She clung on to George and would not release his neck. Her nightie was up round her waist and Tina and I had a wonderful view of her private parts. "Don't leave me George, darling," she whispered. "Sorry. . .but I had too much to drink ... don't be cross with me, will you?"

"Of course, I won't, sweetheart," he murmured tenderly, "I'll stay with you all night, if you want me too."

"Would you? I think I'd like that!"

The only light in the room was the small shaded lamp on the bedside table, and Tina and I stood in the shadows just inside the door. The couple seemed quite unaware of our presence and started necking and petting. Helen drew his penis out and rubbed it affectionately, while he fumbled with her bubs and got them out above the low-cut nightie. They were beautifully shaped and full. She raised her knees and parted her thighs, showing us that luscious red bush that cradled her soft pink cunt. She took one of my partner's hands of her breast and laid it gently of her genitals.

"Feel my cunt, finger it and frig it, like you usually do, darling, I ... I feel so ... so sexy George ... make me want you, dearest."

George needed no second bidding. His fingers were already hard at work rubbing her small clitoris "Oh, Helen, I do want you so badly, won't you let me come to you and make love to you properly," he gasped in a hoarse voice. His cock was rock-hard and jumping wildly in her hand.

"Yes, darling, if you want me so much, take me. I'm all yours, take me if you wish ... " Her voice died away in a sigh of blissfull contentment.

He was very gentle with her, despite his raging passion. He lay on top of her, taking as much weight as possible on his elbows.

It was Helen who led the big knob to her closed slit and held open the lips with her fingers. George was panting already with excitement, and I feared he might come before he got it in her.

As the head of his penis touched the moist soft flesh, he began to push it through the narrow opening, stretching the tight entrance to admit his organ. She moaned quietly, as little by little the bulging head forced its way in and up. She was a writhing bundle of passion, quivering from head to toe, kissing his cheeks and mouth with wet lips, and imploring him to take her. "It's going in! Further, push it right up me, let me feel all of it inside me, darling, hurt me. . .I don't care. . . I want to give myself to you completely . .Ow!. . . OOhhhh!. . .push harder sweet ... break the skin and make me yours ... all yours.

George lunged and she screamed. It was over in a flash. He was through the barrier, and the whole length of her passage was available to his battering ram. The whole prick disappeared into the girl's cunt and his balls were tight against her butt.

Her eager hands grasped his buttocks and held him tight inside her, while they both regained their breath and the pain of her broken maidenhead subsided. Then, when he felt her hands relax, he began to use her and enjoy the body he had just conquered.

We watched fascinated. Tina was rubbing herself and I was playing with my own organ. I could see the sweat glistening on George's bottom and hear his grunts of satisfaction as he rammed his prick in and out of the soft vagina. Helen sighed happily and pressed him in to her. Sensations, which she had never experienced before, were raging in her abdomen and sharp, Hhrilling pains, wich gave unbelievable pleasure, were causing her to groan and gasp as they began to occur with increasing frequency, each spasm fiercer than the one preceeding. Her cunt was pulsating and she could feel her lover's tool throbbing inside it. It felt like a red-hot poker and burned the walls of her over-heated organ.

Tina could resist it no longer. She rushed forward and grasped the swinging testicles to feel them contract and tighten as they emptied their sperm. Her own cunt was dripping as a result of her masturbating. I was almost there myself. There was no time to get my prick inside her arsehole I just managed to thrust it between her legs as she leaned over the foot of the bed to reach for the hairy bollocks.

With one deep, savage grunt, George fired his boiling spunk into the spending girl's soaking passage. Helen was sobbing delirious ecstasy as she felt the hot jet bursting forth to accentuate the joys of the wild spasms she was experiencing. I had been on the verge of ejaculating and the mere action of ramming my prick between my wife's thighs sufficed to cause me to eject my stream, which shot out in an arc. I spilled all over my partner's quivering bottom, while Tina's come dripped down on the emptying cock.